 as howling winds echo across the snow-covered reaches of the wild northwest, the Quaker Elk Company, makers of Quaker Pop Wheat, and Quaker Pop Rice, the delicious cereal shot from guns, in cooperation with the Mutual Broadcasting System, present by special recording Sergeant Preston of the Yukon. It's Yukon King, swift as his strongest lead dog of the northwest, breaking his trail for Sergeant Preston of the northwest mounted police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. Gold, gold discovered in the Yukon, a stampede to the crime site in the wild race for riches, back to the days of the Gold Rush, and the adventures of Sergeant Preston and his wondered of Yukon King as they meet the challenge of the Yukon. Do you believe in people? Do you believe that a man living in a mud hut in some dark far-off corner of the world is still a man for all of that? If you do, this message is for you. It's the story of that man and his neighbors in a primitive village in the Orient, the Middle East, Africa, South America. There are thousands of such villages, all seeking something better than they've had before. Enough food to go around, a clean well, a school for the children. These are the freedom villages of our world today, and they're coming into the 20th century primarily by their own bootstraps. They need just a little help. A contribution in any amount will help swell the fund, and village by village, the free world will be strengthened. Send your contribution today to Freedom Village, Care, New York 16, to any local care office. This message is brought to you as a public service. Sergeant Preston and his great dog Yukon King were in Dawson to report to the inspector at the end of a patrol. They were walking down the town's main street, but an old friend whom the sergeant hadn't seen for some time came out of the cafe. Jim Harper! Oh, well, as I live and breathe, it's Sergeant Preston. Glad to see you, Sergeant. Glad to see you, Jim. You too, King. How's your daughter, Fanny? She's fine. How long have you been in Dawson? Just got in this morning. You'll finally give up the search for gold at Baldrack? Nope. Oh, sorry. I'm starting back there this afternoon. Fanny's been there alone since yesterday. I just came in to transact a little business with Andy Janks. He runs the cafe, you know. Yes, I know. I can see him in there exhaling a heavy gold watch and chain. By the way, Jim, what time is it? All right, you guessed it. It's my watch he's got. I've watched a lot to you, Jim. The last time I saw you, you said you'd serve before you'd part with it. Well, I didn't sell it permanent, Sergeant Preston. Andy's just holding it in security for the cash flow. I'll be able to pay him back inside of a few months. Well, you'll get the money to repay him at Baldrack. Well, the gold mine up there has played out, isn't it? Well, well, yes, you might say so. I got to get going, Sergeant. Fanny's home alone. I promised her I'd start back right away. Just a minute, Jim. What's going on at Baldrack? All right, you. What do you mean? I've been in Dawson less than an hour, and I've already heard about two men from Baldrack who came here to raise cash, and you're the third. I've got to get going. Besides, I promised I wouldn't say anything. Hold on, Sergeant Preston. Goodbye, Sam. Hold on, James. James, there's something going on at Baldrack, all right? I wonder if the inspector said anything. A few minutes later, Sergeant Preston was in the office of his superior. When he had finished the report of his recent patrol, he spoke of Jim Harper and the others from Baldrack who had come to town to raise cash. You heard about the inspector? Yes, I have, Sergeant. Well, Baldrack isn't on my patrol, sir. I don't know much about the community. Well, a lot of the people went there when gold was found in the mountains. They stayed claims and started work. They soon learned that the ore was of very low grade and practically worthless. Well, I don't explain why they're risking their most tertiary possessions to raise money. No, it doesn't, Sergeant, and I'm curious. I have a week before I'm supposed to start out on the trail again. That time I could go to Baldrack and look around, sir. I'd appreciate that, sir. I'll overhaul my gear and start out in the morning, sir. Jim Harper left Dawson that evening, and it was the following morning when Sergeant Preston sat out on the trail along the rim of Willowaw Canyon toward Baldrack. The Mounties dogs were big and strong, and paced by the Great Dog King, they covered ground much faster than Jim Harper's aged team. Late afternoon found Sergeant Preston within sight of Baldrack when Jim Harper reached his home. Jim took the dogs out of harness, and when inside, agreed his 18-year-old daughter. Glad you're back, Hopper. You made good time. Well, not bad considering the age of my dog. I'll have to make out. That's fair, Penny. Fair to me. Then, of course, the dogs aren't used to working much. I don't mean the dogs. Then I got the cash I wanted. I told you Andy'd let me have it. Oh, well, Andy drinks his almighty shrewd mess. If he longs to cast his best in Mr. Martin, then he could, it must be all right. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, Martin's got a good thing there. You hope Mr. Martin's on the level. Of course he is. He's a fine man. What's more, he knows gold mining, had a lot of experience in California. Why, you said yourself you liked the janta. Well, yes, I did. You don't sound sure of it. What's wrong with Martin? Well, it's not Mr. Martin. Popper said, Curly Larson. Well, what's wrong with him? I don't know. He said he'd done anything wrong. Not that I know of it. It's just his eyes. They're, well, they're shifting. Well, it takes a life. You can't go on. The door. I'll open it. Oh, well, Mr. Martin. Howdy, Miss Penny. All right, Jim. Come in, Martin. Come on in. Thank you. It's just got back from Dawson. Yes, I saw you coming into town. I'm all ready for you, Martin. Got the cash for that stock right here in my pocket. Fine. I'll make out a certificate for you. Here, Martin, sit right at this table. There's a pen and ink. Thank you. Mr. Martin, are you sure there's gold in the mom? Sure. Why, Miss Penny, everyone knows there's gold there. Yes, but it's never been worthwhile to work this town. Because of shipping costs, my dear. Because of shipping costs. You see, it's not worth the while to ship a ton of ore all the way to the states for the 50 or $75,000 worth of gold it holds. But if that ore is refined right here in Bald Rock, now, that's a different story. If I didn't think it's worthwhile, my dear, I wouldn't be here. Hey, Jim, there's your stock certificate. Yeah, and here's your cash. Well, how come you're going to begin building the refines? Very soon, Miss Penny. Very soon. You have to buy up a few parcels of land, then we'll be all ready to go. Oh, yes. Cool. Internation is hammering on the door like that. Mr. Martin, yes. Hey, what's the excitement, Martin? Mr. Martin. What is it, honey? I've got to see you right away. You better come with me. Is something wrong? I've got to see Martin, that's all. It must be urgent. It is. Will you come with me, Martin? Yes, we're through here. I'll see you later, Jim. Yeah, yeah. Open up and call. I'm sure there's nothing serious. Martin is an excitable man, you know. I'll see you later. Trouble us. Money of trouble. Come with me. I'll tell you while we're walking to the car. We've got to get out of here as fast as we can. We've got to travel fast and find a track. Why? Sergeant Preston owns a mountain. He's just came into town. Preston, I've heard of him. What's he doing here? This is office patrol. I don't know why he's here, but that's beside the point. Point is, it won't take him long to learn that we're selling stocks on the promise of building a gold refinery. Soon find out that we have no intention of setting up any machinery or giving these people any return on their case. How can we know our intentions? After all, listen, Martin, I had trouble with the law in Whitehorse. What? I'm wanted for a couple of robberies in the shooting. You never told me that. It didn't matter until now. Preston sees me. I'm a going goose. And if he knows you're working with me, he'll find reason to hold you until he can check up. Then he'll learn that you haven't ordered any machinery. Well, we've collected a tidy bundle of cash. It's pretty near time to leave town anyway. Won't take as long to throw a gear together and get moving? First, we've got to take care of Preston's dog. See? Yeah. I've never gotten away from Whitehorse if King hadn't been wounded. He can track down any man who ever lived. What do we do? Shoot the gun? No, no, no. It's gunshots that bring Preston on the run. He's taking along with us. Then he can't follow us then. Talk sense, Curly. King's a one-man dog. He'd never go along with us. He's locked in a wooden crate. He won't have much choice. Just put the crate on our sled. Very smart, Curly. How do you get the dog inside a crate? Sergeant Preston works as official police with him on a cord, around his neck. In an emergency, he uses it to call for help. King knows that whistle. He'll come when he hears it. Yes, but I... He doesn't know you, does he? No. Then you can get closer on the crowd. Maybe in the cafe. The sharp knife won't be hard to cut the cord and take the whistle. If Preston goes to the cafe... He'll go there. But that's the best place to get information. And you get the whistle. Don't waste any time. Bring it to me with the cab. Curly's reasoning was logical and accurate. Sergeant Preston had gone to the crowded cafe for information, leaving King to watch the dog team behind the building. When Martin arrived, he saw the sergeant. Notice particularly the cord around his neck. Directly surmised that it was attached to a whistle in a pocket of Preston's tunic. He waited for over half an hour before he had an opportunity in the jostling crowd to cut the cord, but definitely removed the whistle with a skilled touch of a pickpocket. Then he hurried to rejoin Curly in the shack. You ready, Curly? Yes. I'm just waiting on the bag. I just finished the crate. You got the whistle cash? Yes. Have any problems? No, but I had to wait for a good chance to steal it. Is the money still in the cafe? It was when I left a minute ago. His dogs are around in the back. Open that door and he's so... Right. Now, the crate over close. That ought to do it. How are you going to get the dog inside? That's easy. You blow the whistle hard and the dog will come on a run. I watch him through this crack in the door. When he gets close, I'll get the door shut. Lucky it opens out. The swing out wide, the dog will come bounding through the opening and be right inside the crate. Then you drop his gate and we'll have him. You know, raise an awful commotion when he finds these traps. It won't matter once we're clear out of town. I blow the whistle. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. Boy, oh boy, that was a curved pitch of a pool any better. Hey kid, wouldn't you like to be in the ballpark and see how a star pitcher makes the ball curved right over home plate? Golly, everything about a major or minor league game is exciting. The crowds, the goodies. Get in on that excitement. Come out to the ball game as guests of a major or minor league team. Walk right through the gate free if you're 12 years or younger and have mom or pop with you or another paying a doubt. It is easy to get a free baseball ticket as going to the grocery store. Get it right inside packages of Quaker Puff Tweet and Quaker Puff Rice and Muffet Tread-A-Tweet. You get two free tickets inside Quaker Packo 10. Names of teams and dates are on every ticket. Golly, why wait? Get a free baseball ticket package of Quaker Puff Tweet-A-Rice, Muffet Tread-A-Tweet or Quaker Packo 10. If your store doesn't have the special packages yet, send a box out from the regular package to baseball box 5205 Chicago 77 Illinois. To continue, King was with the other dogs of the team behind the cafe when he heard the whistle of his master. He couldn't understand it. He thought Sergeant Preston was still inside the cafe. The whistle sounded from a shack, a hundred yards or so away. King had been taught to obey that whistle. After only a brief hesitation, he bounded through the snow toward the door of Curly Shacks. As he came close, the door swung open and the whistle sounded again inside the building. King saw a crate in the doorway. Instinct warned him of a trap, but it was too late to check his leaf. He knew instantly that something was wrong. Stop it. As he turned in the small space, a board dropped into a slot, blocked his exit. He got it. All right, now let's get out of here. That side of the crate. Take it out the back. That's all right. The team is hitched. You have the cash? Yes, right here. Where do we go? Down. The route through the canyon alongside the river. That's the shortest. Soft snow in the canyon might get stuck. And these tracks take the longer route. It's safer. Fails like ice won't show tracks of our sled. I grabbed that crate. It was not until some time later that Sergeant Fustin discovered the loss of his whistle. He mentioned it to the owner of the cafe. What do you suppose happened to the sergeant? I can't imagine. I'll investigate the loss of the whistle later. First, I want to talk to those men who told me about Martin and Curly. I saw Martin here a little while ago, but he left. That was before I knew you were checking up on his proposition. What did he live? Come with me. I'll show you. All right. And we'll go out the back door. From there I can point out the shack where Martin and Curly are living. It's an old place that's a prospect you'll build some time ago. Who's your dog, Sergeant? I don't know whether it's Sergeant. Hello, boys. Quiet down. Take it easy. Ting. Why are you off? I don't see your late dog. That was a lie. Ting. Ting. That shack right over yonder where Martin and Curly live. The door is open. Yes. Curious. I'll go see if they're there. During the walk across the hard-packed snow, Sergeant Preston was bothered by the loss of his whistle and the disappearance of King. But it didn't occur to him that the two were connected. He found both the front and back door of the cabin wide open. There was no sign of either Curly or Martin. Behind the shack, no tracks were visible on the icy snow. Meanwhile, Martin and Curly maintained a steady pace through gathering darkness. King had worked ceaselessly on the slack of the crate that impressive. The wood was gouged and splintered from his strong pranks. When the sled reached the rim of a canyon, Curly called a haul. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Why are we stopping? The dog has been looking on the crate. If he sees there's any chance he's getting free, he can take the crate off the sled and stab for the one side. All right. Everybody, don't get your fingers inside. Get it down at the edge of the wood beam. Right here. Now we can leave it here. By the time the dog gets free, we'll be miles away. And take chances on that dog. What are you going to do? When they kill them much. No, no. They'll shove the crate over the edge of the ravine. All rivers down below. Fast and deep. I don't take any kings. No, Curly, you can't just kill the dog. I'll handle this. Curly, you did it. You all right, did it. The dog had killed me if he got the chance. Now while we're here, get rid of Preston's whistle. I don't want anyone to find you carrying the police whistle. Here it is. You toss it into the canyon. Now there's one more thing, Martin. Curly, what's the gun mean? About time I carried our money. All right, if you want to, you don't have to pull a gun on me. Cross that money to me. See here, Curly, if this is something... Oh, it's the money. There you are. That's better. I'm sorry, Martin, but there isn't enough cash for both of them. What are you going to do? Curly, Curly, wait. Don't shoot me. Curly picked up the money pouch, stepped on the runners of his sled, and shouted to the dog. Curly didn't suspect that King had escaped from his recent prisons. The crate weakened by the powerful fangs of the great dog had broken on impact with the water. King was free and swimming toward shore when Martin struck the water. King's instincts and training directed that he save human lives wherever possible. He knew that Martin's weak struggles were futile. He knew that the nearly unconscious man was drowned. The dog swam to Martin. His strong teeth found a grip on Martin's pocket. Then he set out for the ice-clothed shore. Martin hung desperately to a slender thread of consciousness. For the aid of King pulling on the shore of his pocket, he was able to crawl to the narrow strip of shore between the river's edge and the face of the sheer cliff. In the cliff, he saw a shallow cave that offered some protection and shelter. King left Martin and started upstream on the narrow beach at top speed. Sergeant Preston spent hours questioning the various people of Bald Rock without finding any trace of Martin or Curly or his great dog King. He was with Jim Harper and his daughter. They could tell him nothing about King, but they went into great detail about the plans of Martin. And here's the fact that he never gets Sergeant Preston. Doesn't the idea sound like a good word? Yeah, yes it does. There is gold in the mountains. It's there. Only trouble is it's low grade over. If the orc would be refined here, those mines could operate as a profit. I think it's a... I hear a dog. It's King. Boy, where in the world have you been, fella? You've all wet. What happened to you? What a beautiful dog. Yeah, boy. There he now. What's the trouble? He's tugging at your legs. I'll need to go somewhere, right? That's what he wants. Go ahead, King. I'm following. King led the way to the rest of the dog team, sleeping in the snow behind the cafe. Without awaiting orders, he routed the team and put them in line. Sergeant Preston asked no questions. He strapped on the harness, raced the tow line to his sled, knowing he could travel faster on the runners than he could by following King on foot. All right, King. I'm coming. I'm your king. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. Golly, kid. Wait for a game for a lot of fun, aren't they? He smashed that ball right out of the ballpark. And that put our team ahead. Gee, I wouldn't miss seeing this game for anything. Say, are you fellas and girls getting in on the fun? Well, come on. Come out to the ballgame as guests of a major or minor league team. Get your free baseball tickets right inside packages of Quaker Puff Wheat, Quaker Puff Rice, or Muffet Shredded Wheat. And two free tickets are inside Quaker Packo 10. Names of teams and dates are on every ticket. If you are 12 years or younger, just bring mom or dad or another paying adult. And see major or minor league baseball games free. So rush to the grocery store. Get free baseball ticket packages of Quaker Puff Wheat or Rice, Muffet Shredded Wheat, or Quaker Packo 10. If your store doesn't have the special packages yet, send a box top and the regular package to baseball box 5205 Chicago 77 Illinois. Go to the ballgame free. See home run hitters in person. Now to continue. King followed his own back trail into the ravine and along the river bank. Instead of taking the course followed by Chloe's flair, which has led to the rim of the canyon. Suddenly Sergeant Preston saw a green of yellow flames and a moment later realized that it was a campfire burning in a shallow cave on the side of the canyon. Preston leaped on the runners and hurried to the side of Martin who laid close to the fire. One today. Yes, that's impressive. Yes, I might know who you are, but don't talk too much about that. I'm Martin. Huh? Who shot you? Curly. That dirty double crossing crook. I'll have to cut away your clothes. Look at that wound. Ah, how did you find me? My dog got me, huh? Doggy saved my life, pulled me out of the river in spite of what I did. What did you do? Curly and I, we knew you'd learn about our swindler. Figured we'd better get away while we had the chance. While Sergeant Preston dressed the wound, which was not serious, Martin told about the theft, the Mounties' whistles, and the capture of King and the attempted murder. I don't deserve to live after what I did. I've heard about you and Martin. You're supposed to be a top-notch engineer. Ah, I used to be good. I know my business, but got off on the wrong foot. Ah, your wound's best. Thanks. I'm going to build up the fire and leave you here with some food while I try to overtake Curly. He's heading for Connors Creek. You go straight on to the canyon. You'll save a lot of time. I hope you get that crook. I'll try. Come on, King. Oh! Light him up, boy, and line the path. Curly had stayed on the canyon's rim, where the trails were hard packed and would show no tracks. But Sergeant Preston, by going through the canyon, cut miles on the route. He didn't realize how close he was to Curly until King suddenly barked. Then the mouth he saw, vague shape in the darkness ahead. Get him, King! King was off like an arrow from a bow, streaking ahead of the team. Curly heard his snout, and burned. He saw the furry shape charging with leaps and bounds. No, it can't be! He hesitated, unable to believe that King was still alive. He went for his gun, but he'd waited too long. King was in the air in a final mighty leap. He thought there would be killer in the chest and venom crawling. And a ghost on the other side! All right, Curly. It's the end of your trail. I'll take over, King. Get this dog off, get him off! He's a ghost on it! No ghost, Curly, but that's not your fault. It's right hard enough to kill him. I'll get to your feet. I'll pick up Martin and go back to Bald Rocks. Martin! Yes, he's alive, and he'll be a witness for the crown against you. It was the following morning, when Sergeant Preston brought his prisoners into Bald Rock. Word of the swindle quickly spread throughout the community. Also the word that Sergeant Preston wanted everyone who had bought stock to assemble in the cafe. Jim Harper and his daughter and many others were there with their stocks jivided. Disappointment was stamped on their faces. When Sergeant Preston arrived, he was accompanied by Martin. A hush swept the assembly. All of you people would have thought it. You know that by this time. I have your money here intact. I can redeem all the stock certificates. First I want to tell you one thing. Martin had a plan, and it's a good one. He intended to swindle you and so did Curly. However, Martin has the know-how and there's cash enough to do exactly as he promised. Well, that's folks. Folks, I want a chance to redeem myself. I want to build a refinery and go ahead just as we planned. A few people can see your way clear to give me another chance. What about Curly? Curly's in jail and he'll stay there. He's wanted for a number of crimes in addition to the attempted murder of Martin. Martin, however, has made just one mistake and he regrets it. Do you think we should give him another chance? Yes, I do. Just to safeguard your interest, Jim, you handle the money. I'd rather have it that way. One of you men handle the money. Just let me work. Sounds fair enough. What do you say, boys? Then that settles. We'll build a refinery. It was some time after the affair in Bald Rock when Sergeant Preston reported to the inspector after a regular patrol. There was a curious expression on the inspector's face. You lost your official whistle in Bald Rock. Yes, sir. Try this one. What? Well, this looks like gold. It is, Sergeant. All but the card. That's made of silk. But that's my name engraved on it. That's right. It's made of the first gold to be refined in Bald Rock. It's a duplicate of our official whistle, except that it's made of gold. It's a gift to you and the people of Bald Rock. You were a little premature when you said that the Bald Rock situation had been concluded when you put Curly into jail. Yes, sir. I seemed to have been premature. I didn't suspect anything like this when the Bald Rock case was closed. We'll return in just a moment for the word about our next exciting adventure. There's roaring adventure on Mutual. Tales that will take your breath away and transport you into lands where danger is your constant companion. First, we take you far up into the barren Yukon territory of yesterday where icy winds and howling wolves are an opted drive a man wild and civilized ways are gone and never present lust for gold. Now let's go to another lawless world, the West of early frontier days, not so cold but which makes up for the freezing temperatures with trigger tense tempers where the gun is a man's lease on life. This is a country which abounds with cattle rustlers and where miles and miles go by before you see any signs of life. The West beautiful but wild, a land which cries out for the hand of the law. You will never lack for adventure on Mutual whether it freezes you with fear in the wild northwest territory or singes you with the accurate heat of the western plains. It's all on Mutual every week over most of these stations. The Masked Government strikes without warning and no one knows his identity. Unless Sergeant Preston can capture him before the gold shipment is sent out the Sergeant is almost certain to be heading into a deadly ambush. These Sergeant Preston of the Yukon Adventures are brought to you every Monday through Friday at this time by the Quaker Boats Company, makers of Quaker Pop Wheat and Quaker Pop Rice, the delicious cereals shot from guns. By special recording in cooperation with the Mutual Broadcasting System they are a copyrighted feature of Sergeant Preston of the Yukon Incorporated created by George W. Trenble, produced by Trenble Campbell Mule Incorporated and directed by Fred Flower Day. The part of Sergeant Preston is played by Paul Sutton. This is Jay Michael wishing you goodbye, good luck and good health from Quaker Pop Wheat and Quaker Pop Rice. So long. This is Mutual, radio network for all America.